True Martial Arts.

"Have you heard?"

At the gathering place of the outer disciples, an outer disciple asked the close outer disciple softly.

"You mean Tong ...... What about Senior Brother?"

The outer disciple nodded.

In the past few days, something big has happened in the Zhenwu Sect.

Tong Renjing, who ranked second among the true disciples, took over the task and led the team to the clear water cold pool to kill the Silver Horn Han Python, resulting in the death of eight inner disciples and the disappearance of one outer disciple, and even Tong Renjing himself, who was known as the most likely martial king, was irreparably damaged and turned into waste.

If it is an ordinary person, if he makes such a big mistake, even if he becomes a waste, he will be punished by the Zhenwu Sect, but Tong Renjing is not an ordinary person, he is the descendant of the earth vein lineage, and he is the grandson of the great elder Tong Shanyue.

Since the door master failed to be promoted to Martial Emperor in the same month three years ago, and his strength was greatly damaged, the Great Elder Tong Shanyue is the number one master of the True Martial Sect, monopolizing the power of the True Martial Sect, who dares to punish his grandson?

If they do such a wrong thing, even if it is a discussion, they dare not speak up.

At this moment, the Tong family's courtyard.

Tong Renjing sat paralyzed on the bed, his face pale, his eyes were gray and lifeless.

Frowning, the old man with big hair who was holding the big egg, walked into the courtyard, and when he saw his appearance, he couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment in his eyes, this was the grandson of the Tong family, who he had high hopes for, and was expected to truly turn the Zhenwumen into the grandson of the Tong family.

He was also a little disappointed in Tong Renjing, but after all, this was his only grandson, and when he thought that the entire Zhenwu Sect was now talking about this matter, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

This is no wonder that people are respectful, he did the right thing, but the time was not good.

Thinking of this, the old man showed a smile and walked in front of Tong Renjing.

"Jing'er, look, what Grandpa brought you. ”

This old man with Huafa who came back from the waterhole was Tong Renjing's grandfather, Tong Shanyue, the great elder of the Zhenwu Sect.

When the grandfather's familiar voice came, Tong Renjing's eyes revealed a hope, he tried his best to get up, but was stopped by Tong Shanyue, and then, he took out a big egg from his arms, and said to Tong Renjing: "Jing'er, this is the egg of that animal, that animal hurt you, but it would never have thought that its descendants will become your slaves, as long as the spiritual contract is formed, when the time comes, this animal can not only protect your status, but also let you torture in the future, so that you can relieve the hatred in your heart." ”

When Tong Renjing heard this, he was slightly disappointed, he thought that his grandfather would bring him an elixir to heal his injuries, but after listening to his grandfather's words, his heart became active again.

"However, this spiritual contract method is the secret method of the Beast Control Sect, how can we learn it?"

Tong Shanyue smiled slightly: "Grandpa naturally has a way, you are injured, but no matter what, you are the most outstanding son of my Tong family, grandpa will not let you become a waste!"

This last sentence was obviously aimed at the discussion of those outer disciples when they entered the mountain gate before.

Hearing this, a trace of tears flashed in Tong Renjing's eyes, and at the same time, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, naturally thinking of those people who treated him as waste.

After appeasing his grandson, Tong Shanyue left, he was going to the Beast Control Sect, as Tong Renjing said, the Spirit Deed Beast Control Method is the secret method of the Beast Control Sect, not only that, but to hatch the demon beast eggs on the body into spirit beasts at the fastest speed, you also need the help of the Beast Control Sect.

Time is like water, and a month passes without a trace.

In the cave, the warm jade of Huangquan still exudes a faint pale yellow light.

And Yang Fan, who didn't know anything about the changes in the True Martial Sect, was concentrating on cultivating the forty-nine styles of heavy swords.

I saw Yang Fan wielding the heavy sword in his hand, slashing and chopping, his expression was solemn, fast and slow, the meaning contained in his eyes was also changing, the forty-nine styles of the heavy sword given by the phantom, every move and every style, at this moment, in his hands, it was all like a look, the sword was born in the wind, and the sword was like electricity.

It seems to have ten shapes, three points of essence.

These words, the phantom will practice the forty-nine styles of the heavy sword every once in a while, and after the practice, it will stand still, absorbing the yang energy in the warm jade of the Yellow Spring to replenish energy.

Under hundreds of drills, Yang Fan also slowly figured out the style of the forty-nine styles of the heavy sword and memorized all the moves.

This heavy sword forty-nine styles, each move, with a different sword intent, as long as you realize this sword intent, even if you have learned the forty-nine styles.

But the sword moves are easy to remember, the sword intent is hard to find, ordinary martial artists can get one kind of sword, it is extremely difficult, why is it now forty-nine?

I'm afraid that only a pervert like Li Daotong can comprehend forty-nine kinds of sword intent before entering the Immortal Dao, and this is only the sword intent suitable for heavy swords, if you count the others, I'm afraid there are more.

Of course, only such a character will become the most genius figure in 10,000 years after the future.

Fortunately, the current Yang Fan does not need to comprehend these forty-nine kinds of sword intent by himself, as long as he knows, memorizes these sword intents one by one in his heart, slowly realizes them, and uses the sword intent to make moves, he can use this sword technique to exert seven points of power.

Just like the sword dragging the sword at the beginning, he didn't really comprehend the indomitable sword intent contained in it, but this did not prevent him from using the sword intent to make a move and exert a good power, but before he used it, he had to re-realize, and he couldn't do what the phantom wanted, and it was unpredictable.

In this month's time, Yang Fan knew these forty-nine different sword intents one by one, and knew them well, although a sword intent was not really comprehended, but the forty-nine styles of the heavy sword were already quite good, and the sword was cut out at will, and the cold air of the Huangquan around him had to be retreated, which made Yang Fan imagine that when he faced the enemy in the future, he would show these forty-nine styles, even if it was an innate martial arts cultivation, it would be difficult to resist.

Suddenly, Yang Fan, who was dancing the heavy sword, changed his expression, and when he raised his hand, he stopped the sword momentum like splitting the wind and stood still.

His face suddenly turned strange.

Closing his eyes, Yang Fan seemed to be investigating something, and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and the expression on his face became even more strange: "Someone actually helped me hatch the eggs of the silver-horned python?"

This discovery made Yang Fan stunned.

But then, he was extremely surprised.

Doesn't this mean that he has eliminated the need for a lot of flesh and gas in the incubation process?

"Who is so good? to do such a thing to help others? What a good person, no, I want to meet him. ”

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but be happy, he closed his eyes and carefully sensed the location of the little python.

In Li Changfeng's memory, he can use the power of the blood contract to share his vision with the newborn little python, that is, even if he still can't get out now, he can see the outside world through the eyes of the little python.

When the hazy image quietly emerged, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the True Martial Sect.

"I don't know, how long has it been outside? I haven't shown up for so long, the True Martial Sect won't remove me, right?"

Guessing wildly, in the vision he shared through the blood contract, a familiar figure appeared in Huo Ran.

Tong Renjing!

What is he doing here?

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